Kinky date (Sebastian meets Tristan)

Special thanks to Sebastian for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who thinks vanilla is the most boring of ice cream flavors!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Tristan (click for pictures)


Sebastian recognized Tristan immediately.

He looked exactly like the ad had said, tall and handsome, with dusty blond hair and blue eyes.

Immediately, Sebastian grew hard inside his pants, and he tried awkwardly to hide his erection as Tristan walked up to him, smiling brightly.

“Sebastian?” Tristan said, extending his hand.

Sebastian nodded.

“Nice to meet you”, Tristan said, shaking Sebastian’s hand. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he added with a wink, causing Sebastian’s dick to twitch inside his pants.

It was the first time that Sebastian had engaged the services of an escort.

Sebastian was 25 years old, an introvert young man of average height and weight, with blondish red hair. He had grown tired of the vanilla scene and wanted to try something a little more kinky.

And that’s exactly what Tristan’s ad had been offering, a horny young man with a kinky side, willing to do almost anything.

For Tristan it was a win-win-situation: he needed money, and he was into kinky sex. The ad had been a no-brainer.

They had exchanged some emails before setting a date.

Now they were standing in front of a bar & grill, seeing each other for the very first time.

“Oh yeah”, Sebastian smiled and smacked Tristan’s ass with the palm of his hand.

Tristan replied with a hard smack in the nuts that made Sebastian double over in pain.

Tristan burst out laughing, covering his mouth in amused shock. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” he chuckled. “That was just--- It’s a reflex, you know?” He couldn’t help but laugh as Sebastian rubbed his crotch, groaning in pain. “Are you okay?”

“I’m--- I’m fine”, Sebastian mumbled in a strained voice. “It’s--- My nuts are---” His voice trailed off.

“Pretty weak, huh?” Tristan chuckled. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay”, Sebastian moaned, trying to stand up straight, stretching his limbs. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”

Tristan smiled at Sebastian. His eyes wandered south, coming to rest the unmistakable boner bulge in Sebastian’s pants. “Yeah, looks like you are more than fine”, he said, winking at him suggestively as he took a step towards him so that their crotches were touching.

They were both hard as steel.

“You wanted kinky, right?” Tristan whispered breathlessly, his hard dick poking Sebastian’s erection.

Sebastian gulped. “Yeah”, he mumbled in a toneless voice.

“We’re going to have so much fun tonight”, Tristan continued, playfully nibbling at Sebastian’s ear lobe. “I’ll show you a world you never even dreamed of.”

Sebastian let out a moan.

“That’s what you want, right?” Tristan whispered into Sebastian’s ear.

“Oh god yes”, Sebastian moaned.

“Don’t cream your pants”, Tristan grinned, putting his hands on Sebastian’s shoulders and looking deep into his eyes as he drove his knee up between Sebastian’s thighs, crunching his nuts and making Sebastian’s eyes bulge.

A pitiful moan escaped Sebastian’s lips as he doubled over, his head resting against Tristan’s chest.

“There, there”, Tristan said with a chuckle, running his hand over Sebastian’s back. “I’m sorry but I think that was necessary. You don’t want to end the night before it has started, right?”

Sebastian groaned.

“You’re welcome”, Tristan grinned. “Let’s go inside. I’m starving.”

The restaurant was almost empty.

Tristan had chosen it for the privacy, and they were led to a secluded booth at the far end of the room where they were almost completely hidden from view, and there was no danger of anybody walking by except for the waiter.

Tristan instructed Sebastian to tip the waiter generously in advance, and the waiter accepted the money with a knowing smile.

When the waiter had gone, Tristan didn’t waste any time.

Sebastian felt his foot run up between his legs, heading straight for his erection.

“Ah, everything is alright”, Tristan quipped as he nudged Sebastian’s bulge with his toes. “Would have been a shame if my knee had killed your boner, right?”

Sebastian chuckled nervously.

“But it’s still there”, Tristan smiled, playfully running his foot over the length of Sebastian’s hard dick. “And it’s in pristine condition.”

Sebastian swallowed. “Thanks to you”, he said shyly.

“Yeah, thanks to me”, Tristan grinned, sending a playful kick between Sebastian’s thighs.

Sebastian let out a grunt but smiled. “You got my dick but you missed my nuts”, he said with a cheeky grin.

Tristan blinked and kicked Sebastian’s crotch under the table again, a little harder this time.

Now Sebastian’s face turned pale and he let out a groan.

“Did I get them or do you want me to try again?” Tristan asked with an innocent smile as the waiter appeared with their drinks.

“Is everything alright?” he asked.

“Sure”, Tristan smiled.

“Yeah, everything is fine”, Sebastian groaned.

The waiter turned to go.

“Actually”, Tristan said, looking deep into Sebastian’s eyes. “I’m in the mood for some nuts.” Under the table he was playfully squishing and squashing Sebastian’s bulge, causing Sebastian to squirm in his seat, trying to keep a straight face and hide the pain.

“Sure”, the waiter said. “I’ll be right back.”

With a cocky grin on his face, Tristan drove his foot into Sebastian’s crotch, stomping his nuts under the table and making Sebastian let out a loud grunt that was accompanied by a dull thud as his fists hit the table.

“Careful”, Tristan chuckled. “You don’t want to attract any attention, do you?”

“No”, Sebastian croaked. “No, I don’t.”

Tristan leaned back, gently massaging Sebastian’s boner through his pants before stomping his nuts under the table again, making Sebastian wail in agony just as the waiter returned with a small bowl of peanuts.

“Your nuts”, he said with a slight smile. “Enjoy.”

“Thanks”, Sebastian said in a strained voice, trying to remain calm as Tristan squished and squashed his nuts under the table.

Tristan turned to the waiter, putting on an innocent face, and started to engage him in a conversation about the quality of nuts and nut crackers. At the same time, he worked on Sebastian’s dick and balls under the table, crushing his nuts with his foot and rubbing his boner. Whenever Tristan felt like Sebastian was getting too close to the edge, he managed the situation by planting a quick kick into Sebastian’s churning nuts.

If the waiter caught on to what was going on, he was too polite and too professional to let it show.

In fact, it seemed as if he got a kick out of witnessing his patrons’ shenanigans. He kept the conversation running and managed to throw in a few double entendres that almost cracked Tristan up as he cracked Sebastian’s nuts under the table.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the waiter left.

“That was fun”, Tristan said. “Wasn’t it?”

Sebastian looked at him, a pained but horny expression on his face. “I wouldn’t call it fun”, he said with an almost invisible smile. “I’d---”

Tristan interrupted him by delivering a hard, well-placed kick to Sebastian’s aching nuts, catching him completely off-guard and making him let out a completely unmuted scream that made Tristan laugh out loud.

The waiter hurried back. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything is fine”, Sebastian croaked, slouched over, his face a mask of pain, his hands covering his crotch under the table.

“Is it the nuts?” the waiter asked.

When Tristan and Sebastian looked at him, he glanced at the little bowl between them and chuckled.

“No, no, everything is fine”, Sebastian repeated in a strained voice, his face the color of a ripe tomato.

The waiter left, chuckling.

“I think I need a drink”, Sebastian groaned.

“I got just what you need”, Tristan grinned. “Every heard of body shots?”

“Sounds fun”, Sebastian replied, rubbing his groin.

He forgot about his pain immediately as he watched Tristan take off his shirt and lie down on the table, a cheeky grin on his face.

Sebastian’s dick was rock-hard inside his pants and his aching, sore balls started churning as he watched Tristan prepare the body shot.

“Go on”, Tristan smiled. “First the salt.” He winked at Sebastian as he pointed at his bare chest where he had poured a generous batch of salt.

Sebastian eagerly licked it off, making sure to tickle Tristan’s nipples and suck every bit of salt from his naked body.

“Now the tequila”, Tristan continued, pushing Sebastian’s head south and guiding it towards his belly button.

Sebastian slurped up the liquor, grimacing at the bitter taste.

“And finally…” Tristan’s voice trailed off as he put a lemon between his teeth.

Sebastian chuckled. “Naughty”, he whispered breathlessly. He picked up the wedge with his teeth, making sure that his lips touched Tristan’s before he did.

It was a very sensual, very naughty way of drinking liquor, and there was no doubt that Sebastian was very turned on.

“My turn”, Tristan said and got up, pushing Sebastian down on the table.

Sebastian chuckled as he took off his shirt.

After Tristan had licked off the salt from Sebastian’s chest and slurped up the tequila from his belly button, he looked up at Sebastian and smiled.

“Put that somewhere else”, Tristan whispered seductively, glancing at the lemon wedge.

“Wha--- where?” Sebastian asked, a blank expression on his face.

Without a word, Tristan opened Sebastian’s fly and reached inside.

Sebastian gasped. “But---”

“Shhh!” Tristan interrupted him. “Nobody will notice…”

Sebastian bit his lower lip as Tristan pulled out Sebastian’s meaty dick and the sore, red bag of balls.

“O god”, Sebastian groaned.

“That’s where the lemon wedge goes”, Tristan grinned, flicking the head of Sebastian’s dick while gently squeezing Sebastian’s nuts.

Sebastian gulped. He placed the lemon wedge on top of his rock hard dick.

Tristan went down like a famished fruitarian, giving Sebastian a messy, juicy blowjob right there on the table. Pleasure quickly turned into pain for poor Sebastian, though, because Tristan used his teeth to make tiny cuts in the skin of Sebastian’s dick, and the lemon juice instantly caused some intense burning.

“Oh god!” Sebastian grunted as Tristan sucked him off. It was a rough and rugged blowjob that left Tristan with a mouth full of creamy cum and Sebastian with a burning, sore, spent cock.

“The check, please!” Tristan said as he leaned back, wiping his mouth, winking at Sebastian.

Sebastian hurried to put his dick back into his pants, and he was barely decent when the waiter arrived and presented him with the check.

“I hope everything was to your liking”, the waiter said with a knowing grin.

“Wonderful”, Tristan said, licking some excess cum off his fingertips. “Just wonderful.”

Sebastian’s head was red and heated, and the waiter smiled knowingly.

“Let’s go to my place”, Tristan said when they left the restaurant.

When they arrived at Tristan’s apartment, Tristan poured some drinks, and they toasted.

“To kinky fun”, Tristan smiled.

“Yeah”, Sebastian chuckled. “I think I owe you a blowjob.”

Tristan smiled. He stripped bare naked and looked at Sebastian. “Go for it.” His dick was hard as rock, fat and juicy, looking huge on his skinny, lanky frame.

Sebastian smiled as he took off his clothes. “Isn’t that a little too vanilla?”

“You want a cherry on top?” Tristan chuckled. He walked into the kitchen, giving Sebastian a nice view of his bubble butt, and returned with a can of whipped cream and a couple of cherries. “Here you go.”

It was a sloppiest blowjob that Sebastian had ever given. After pouring cream on Tristan’s massive cock and placing a cherry on his dick head, Sebastian devoured the tasty treat and sucked the cum out of Tristan’s nuts. The taste of Tristan’s salty stud sauce mixed with the sweet whipped cream, creating an incomparable delicacy that every Michelin-starred restaurant would be proud to put on their menu.

And it made Sebastian want more. High on adrenaline and drunk on cum, Sebastian turned Tristan around and poured some whipped cream on his hole. Then he knelt down behind him, spread his cheeks and started to lick the cream out of his crack, his tongue tickling Tristan’s tight hole. He was jerking his dick as his tongue played with Tristan’s hole.

“I think it’s time for the main course”, Sebastian muttered, his voice muffled by Tristan’s ass. “I have a nice, big piece of raw meat for you…” He got up and slapped Tristan’s ass, preparing to impale the lanky skater and deposit a generous batch of his self-made creamy stuffing deep inside him.

Tristan had other plans.

He whirled around and grabbed Sebastian’s shoulders, driving his knee up between his thighs.

Sebastian let out a surprised gasp as the pain washed through his body, his dick twitching in confusion about the dueling sensations in Sebastian’s body.

“I don’t think you get to decide what the main course is”, Tristan grinned as Sebastian gasped for breath.

A cheeky smile on his face, Tristan followed up with a hard kick to Sebastian’s nuts that brought back all the pain that he had felt in the restaurant and sent him flying back into the wall.

Before Sebastian had a chance to recover, Tristan put his arms up against the wall.

The clicking of handcuffs made clear who was in charge, and Sebastian looked at Tristan, wide-eyed, nervous and super horny, as he found himself chained to the wall in a spread-eagle position.

Tristan stood in front of him, leisurely jerking his dick.

“How do you enjoy living out your kinky side?” he smiled at Sebastian.

“It’s… fun…” Sebastian’s voice was low and tense as he eyed Tristan with a mix of fear and lust in his eyes.

“Awesome”, Tristan smiled and kicked Sebastian’s nuts with all the force he could muster.

Sebastian’s eyes bulged and he looked like he was about to be sick.

“Please don’t puke in my apartment”, Tristan said with a smile. “That’s not kinky, that’s just gross.”

“I’ll do my best”, Sebastian croaked, his nuts swinging back and forth between his thighs.

“That’s what I wanted to hear”, Tristan smiled before driving another hard kick at Sebastian’s dangling nuggets, making Sebastian scream from the top of his lungs. “I don’t think that’s what my neighbors want to hear”, Tristan added, cringing.

He grabbed Sebastian’s boxers and stuffed them into his mouth.

“There”, he said. Then he kicked Sebastian’s nuts again, eliciting a significantly muffled wail of agony. “Yeah, that’s better.”

Again and again, Tristan kicked Sebastian’s balls, alternating playful light kicks and devastatingly hard ones, and everything in between to show the kink novice the whole range of nut-kicking fun. He threw in a couple of knees for good measure, grinding Sebastian’s rapidly swelling nuts into his body.

Despite the testicular torment, Sebastian’s dick was hard as steel. It looked little the worse for wear, the lemon juice enhanced cuts and bruises and teeth marks were plainly visible, but it seemed to be fully functional and ready to go.

Tristan kneeled down in front of it, teasing Sebastian by giving the bruised tip a quick lick before throwing a hard punch at Sebastian’s ball bag.

He repeated the pattern – lick and punch, lick and punch, lick and punch - with slight variations – kiss and punch, lick and smack, kiss and squeeze – before he started sucking on Sebastian’s cock like he meant it. He sucked and slurped, deep-throating Sebastian’s massive meat while smacking and punching and slapping and squeezing Sebastian’s nutsack and the two swollen, bruised orbs within.

Sebastian was grunting and groaning in pain, his mouth filled with his boxers, his eyes wide open, his naked body covered in sweat, as Tristan sucked on his dick and manhandled his manhood.

Tristan pounded Sebastian’s nuts harder and harder, leaving out the lighter slaps and smacks in favor of hard, relentless punches.

Finally, he was rewarded with a big batch of cream, fresh from the source, solidly whipped and forcefully extracted from Sebastian’s bruised and battered balls.

Tristan sucked out every drop, milking Sebastian completely dry and leaving him with a very sore, spent and worn out set of beet red genitals.

He pulled out the boxers from Sebastian’s mouth and kissed him on the lips. “Are you still enjoying yourself?”

Sebastian cleared his throat.

The was a pause, and for a moment, Tristan thought he had gone too far.

Then he saw something in Sebastian’s eyes, the flame of passion, the unmistakable sign of someone who had seen the light, who had crossed over from the vanilla valley of tame and timid intercourse to the kinky kingdom of perversions, the sultry, satisfying empire of sex, where every orgasm is an affirmation and everybody is free to not orgasm if they choose to, that free, fantastic place where everybody is welcome and fantasy rules the world.

Sebastian licked his lips. “Let me put it this way”, he said with a cheeky grin. “There’s another load inside my balls, and I want you to kick it out!”